Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Naughty Bunny

Honeysuckle escaped into the back yard and when Denis tried to catch her she ran under the porch where we can't reach. Back in the dense dirt where 20 generations of stray cats have deposited their litter, where we trapped three possum and where spiders and cenitpede freely reproduce. She was finally enticed out with a tortilla chip and was grabbed. She came out filthy and extremely annoyed. She's been sent to bunny camp for the weekend. There will be another report on her condition and punishment next Monday.

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For many years we lived in Toad Hall, an old American Gothic Foursquare house named for the mansion in Wind in the Willows although ours wasn’t really a mansion, the kids just thought it was. Now we live in a different home – one more suited to aging with dignity – yes, well, we can hope – The House Between. “Between” because we are living that stage of life between now and what is to come. Sound a little macabre? It’s not. We needed move to a space with main floor accessibility for older people who may not always be able to climb stairs to sleep and eliminate. We love this home in a quiet neighborhood with offices overooking the wooded ravine behind where we feed birds and watch coyotes play leap frog. We love knowing, too, that this is not our final place – there is more healing and goodness in the next life. I’ve kept the name of my blog toadsdrinkcoffee because I don’t know how to migrate to a new one. The name is now even more obscure, but it had to do with living in Toad Hall and my addiction to coffee. However, I did migrate my old publication – Notes From Toad Hall– to the new one Letters from the House Between.